The Colors Part 3: Yellow

The following is a poem that goes along with three others and a painting; these are collectively named "The Colors". They were an exercise in positive-emotion-expressing poetry that I created in 2018. This third one should strongly engage the unconscious.

I apologize for the delay in the publication of this part. It was too short to reach the word count, but with a new, exclusive addition, now I believe it should be ready, and can contextualize Part 4, Indigo.

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Wood-pulp in sanctuary

To divine petals and smooth leaves---

Lofted corduroy couches

(Taking dreams for memories)

A moment with the wood-bear

Looking through his honey-scope

Teaching what the taught see

Taut as a playground rope

Curtains close by streetlamp

Soft hums a-wilt and wither

The trumpet on the checkerboard plays

Along to the unconscious's blither

Interrogations in the grain,

"Please leave a message at the tone,"

An absence of familiarity

That feels more like home

The flight attendant to fancy

(As one of us keeps the other in chains)

Wonders why I haven't kept her company:

"Just look here!" he exclaims

A hem to attend some strangers' days,

Or embroidery to find solace alone:

A striking luminescence here gifts

The lacy, well-worn known.

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